"We must have cooks, Tom--and we want everybody to be happy."
"Make him cook, make him--that"s his business--I"d do it if I knowed how. He"s got to take what we give "im. He can"t git off this island.
He enlisted for five years. If he deserts, court-martial and shoot him."
In spite of old Tom"s bitter protest, Norman and Barbara succeeded in persuading the chief cook to accept eighty-five dollars a month--an advance of ten dollars over the highest wages he had ever received before.
When the eighteen a.s.sistant cooks lined up for the settlement of their wages a new problem of unexpected proportions was presented. They had listened attentively to the case of the chef, and their chosen orator presented his argument in brief but emphatic words:
"We demand the exact wages you have voted the chef."
"Well, what do ye think er that?" old Tom groaned to Norman. "Hit"s jist like I told ye. Hit"s a hold-up."
"We must persuade them, Tom," the young leader replied.
"Let me persuade "em!" the old miner pleaded.
"How?" Barbara asked, with a twinkle in her brown eyes.
"I"ll line "em up agin that wall and trim their hair with my six-shooter. I won"t hurt "em. But when I finish the job I"ll guarantee they"ll do what I tell "em without any back talk. You folks take a walk and make me Chief Justice fer an hour, and when you come back we"ll have peace and plenty. Jest try it now, and don"t you b.u.t.t in. Let me persuade "em!"
Norman shook his head.
"Keep still, Tom! We must reason with them."
"Ye "re wastin" yer breath," the miner drawled in disgust.
"Don"t you think, comrades," Norman began, in persuasive tones, "that your demands are rather high?"
"Certainly not," was the prompt reply. "We come here to get equal rights. We don"t want to cook. I"m a born actor, myself. I expected to play in Shakespeare when I joined the Brotherhood. Anybody that wants this job can have it. If we do your hot, dirty, disgusting, disagreeable work while the others play in the shade we are going to get something for it."
"Even so," the young leader responded, "is it fair that an a.s.sistant cook should receive equal wages with the chef?"
"And why not? Labour creates all value. The chef"s a fakir. We do all the work. He never lifts his hand to a pot or pan. He struts and loafs through the kitchen and lords it over the men. Let him try to run the kitchen without us, and see how much you get to eat! We stand on the equal rights of man!"
"But my dear comrade----"
"Don"t use them words," old Tom pleaded, "jest let me make a few remarks----"
Barbara pinched Tom"s arm and he subsided.
"Can"t you see," Norman went on, "that we are paying the chef for his directive ability, for his inventive genius in creating new dishes and making old ones more delicious? You but execute his orders."
"We stand square on our principles. Labour creates all values. The chef never works. We make every dish that goes to the table. If it has any value we make it. We demand our rights!"
The court agreed on fifty dollars a month, and the men refused to consider it.
"We prefer to work in the fields, the foundry, the machine-shop, the mills, the forests, anywhere you like except the kitchen. Let the chef do your work. Good day!"
They turned and marched out in a body and sat down in the sunshine.
In vain Norman argued and pleaded. They stood their ground with sullen determination.
A final clincher which the young leader could not evade always ended the argument. The spokesman came back to it with dogged persistence:
"What did you mean, then, when you"ve been drumming into our ears that labour creates all value? We do all the work, don"t we?"
The upshot of it was the eighteen a.s.sistant cooks marched back into the hall, stood before the judges, and all were granted equal wages with the chef.
Whereupon the chef sprang to his feet and faced the court with blazing eyes.
"You grant these chumps--these idiots--wages equal to mine? Not one of them has brains enough to cook an egg if I didn"t tell him how. Their wages equal to mine. I resign!"
Tom spoke vigorously:
"Now will ye leave him to me?"
Norman and Barbara looked at each other in angry and helpless amazement.
The old miner leaped to his feet, made his way down from the platform, and with two swift strides reached the chef. He leaned close and whispered something in the rebel"s ear. There was a moment"s hesitation and the chef turned, signalled to his a.s.sistants, and amid cheers marched to the kitchen.
Tom resumed his seat beside Barbara with a smile, quietly saying:
"That"s the way to do business, ladies and gentlemen!"
"What did you say to him?" Barbara asked.
"Oh, nothin" much," was the careless answer.
"I hope you didn"t threaten him, Tom?" Norman asked with some misgiving.
"Na--I didn"t threaten him. I spoke quiet and peaceable."
"But what did you tell him?" the young leader persisted.
"I jest told him I"d give him two minutes ter git back ter the kitchen or I"d blow his head off!"
"I"m afraid our table will feel the effects of that remark, Tom,"
Barbara said, doubtfully.
Next to the question of cooks the most urgent issue to be settled was the case of the scrubbers, cleaners, and drainmen. The women who had been a.s.signed to the tasks of scrubbing the floors, washing the windows and dishes, had watched the triumphs of the cooks with keen appreciation of their own power. It was easy to see that the more disagreeable and disgusting the character of the work, the more extravagant the demands which could be made and enforced. The scrubbers and dishwashers boldly demanded one hundred dollars a month and six hours for a working day, and refused with sullen determination to argue the question.
To Barbara"s mild and gentle protest their answer was complete and stunning:
"You have a.s.signed us this dirty job. Do you want it at any price?"
asked their orator. "I"ll take yours without wages and jump at the chance."
Tom lost all interest in the proceedings and drew himself up in a knot in his chair. Now and then a growl came from the depths of his throat.